A Rose For You!

[Orwell Brocken]

It took him a while to find the last flower he had to give, he didn't really know the person, and finally spotted him sitting amongst the other hufflepuffs. He wasn't sure it was him, so the purple haired boy walked over and tapped him lightly on the shoulder, "Are you Felix Urie?" Orwell asked with a hopeful smile, ready to give the boy his flower and officially be finished, though, he had loved it. Handing out flowers to the king of flowers was the best thing.
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[Felix Urie]

Wrapped into a conversation with some fellow Hufflepuffs, Felix hadn't noticed that he was approached by the resident flower king until he was tapped on the shoulder. He looked around and nodded. "Yeah man, what can I do you for?"
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[Orwell Brocken]

Orwell couldn't help the large smile which erupted on to his face when the boy confirmed that it was indeed him, he had gotten pretty lucky in guess who that had been, "I have a special delivery for you," he told him before reaching to the flowers he was carrying and handing Felix the yellow rose with a bright smile, "And here is the note to go along with it," he then handed the note to him, the smile never left his face.
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Spoiler: Note

Dear Fee-Fee,

Thank you for being the best friend a girl could ask for!

Love always,
Boots

 

[Felix Urie]

Felix frowned slightly in confusion as Orwell mentioned a special delivery. He looked around and noticed that others also had roses. It was Valentine's Day. Felix sighed slightly. He wasn't the biggest fan of Valentine's because he thought it was kind of a useless holiday. He recieved both the rose and the note however and looked at them. He laughed when he realised they were from Lyra. She probably sent them to any him anyway. He looked around the great hall for her, but couldn't see her immediately. He knew he was going to have to find her later. "Thanks man, appreciate it." He seemed pretty happy, if he liked Valentine's Day then more happiness to him.
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[Falon Urie]

It had been a busy morning, there was a lot of movement and chatter about the Great Hall. Falon had forgotten it was even Valentines Day. She was trying her best to eat her breakfast in peace, but it was so noisy, it was definitely time to leave. However, as she stood, she saw her twin getting a rose. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she moved quickly over to his table, peeking over his shoulder to see the note. "Who's boots?" Falon asked suspiciously, wondering who was using her nickname.